The Sophist

2014-08-25 12:00 am

If you're called queer, but you aren't a gay,
If you rub beards with the same fag,
Maybe my lips are cleft,
Might be my lazy eye,
My sexuality is wild.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not genderphobic,
But you wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But I let guys blast me,
My face gets nasty,
All covered in man skeet,
I'm talking bad times.
Not genderphobic,
You wouldn't know it,
I'm afraid to show it,
But I want girls,
But they won't grab me,
If I do they slap me,
Gave up and got past it,
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

Why do I dream poor?
My life never screams fun,
I spend nights on YouPorn,
Used to all this dick in my face,
Somebody fuck me,
Oh, oh, oh,
Who wants to fuck me?
Oh, oh, oh,
Smoke dimes,
Come fuck me.

I take off all my clothes,
Prepare for masturbation,
Acting all casual,
Prepare an invitation,
Ask her for licks and spanks too,
No, No, No,
Don't want to rape her,
No, No, No,
Men satisfy my anger.

That's why I'm giving gay life a whirl,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
AIDs epidemic,
Got me all butt hurt,
On which sex I should marry,
Not based on who loves me,
I'm talking a party,
I'm talking bad times,
Not homophobic,
But a little bit dope sick,
Let's hope I don't get,
Stuck without girls,
Or without laughing,
At a guy that's jacking,
Me off in his panties.
Pharrell: Come dirty it up!

The Sophist

2014-08-25 12:00 am

New day intrinsically.
Prone intrinsic sleep,
A world so strange,
It mocks the sane,
Or so it seems to be,
As two arrange for three,
Plan the day,
Hours wane,
So one can live in peace,
Intrinsic wake so suddenly,
Search for cables in a rage,
Time is locked away.
Twenty minutes after three,
Moon falls soon from the trees,
Longing for to stay,
Now not time for play,
I clean myself and peace,
Work for eight or so at least,
Bike home,
Bus if there is rain,
Smoke a bowl then meditate,
One by one prepare the feast.
Deranged I aim to vaguely please,
People bitching in my face,
Keeping up a steady pace,
Intrinsically return to sleep,
New days for eternity.

The Sophist

2014-08-21 12:00 am

A Letter For A Dumb Cunt; That Slut.
Honk your horn and yell "fuck,
Fuck, Shit, move on to the sidewalk" on Bayview Avenue.
Suck my dick;
Long deck is muscle power.
Like that face covered muff.
So Fuck you;
Fuck your poon smeg also.
Piss off back to hell;
Take your jizz twat.
Slut shoo.
Make prey upon some four-some.
Jism over your butt plug.
Arse full like some wank show,
You race to get face fucked,
I glide as my bands flow,
Fuck your dumb cunt shit,
Bozo.

The Sophist

2014-08-20 12:00 am

Everyone is so depressed,
Though no one likes a downer,
As such casts frowns upon the Frowner,
And thus becoming frowns themselves,
Lusting after laughter,
Mad and frown obsessed,
Coat the world in spite of love or hate,
Diethyl Ether,
If I entertain the hatred one more hour,
I may get a bullet in my chest.
If I entertain my love for higher power,
I may still get a bullet in my chest.
Though no one likes a downer,
I'll admit that I'm depressed,
I wish I could be smart and know it all,
But I'll confess;
I'm not, and I don't.
Thus I walk unto another test,
Often times my thoughts are downers,
This is why I acquiesce.

The Sophist

2014-08-20 12:00 am

Left-hand turn,
Going 'round it widdershins,
Seems absurd,
If going 'round's done by a prince,
Without a girl,
A kingdom where two men are kings,
Oh, what a world,
Full of gay and shiny things,
And yet we curl,
And limit what we see in dreams,
Oh, what a world,
Fuck man and girl in sets of fours and threes,
We're not worried,
We'll get married to our companies,
The fucks insured,
All sure we're fucked contractually,
All sure it's pure,
Consummation makes the fuck complete,
Seems absurd,
You're raised so that your mind competes,
Submit to words,
Love for nothing,
Twiddle your box;
Accept defeat.

The Sophist

2014-08-20 12:00 am

All that follows may be cheap.
A 'squito bite from a 'siah kiss
No mas, this mass a mess,
'Spose we're 'spose to say we're bless',
Well bless it ought to fess,
A feeling for a million fools,
Is wanton for a prince.
Yet elegant amiss,
Fools dancing on the Sun's drying lips,
As though it were a tryst,
Forcing Cosmos to a fit,
Perhaps the sun is but a tool,
Reflecting light,
Projecting an abyss,
Perhaps there's dimensions we can't see,
We dream beyond 3D,
Yet teach it in our school,
Rest inside to silence screams,
Our origins never will be seen,
Although it would be cool,
All that follows may be cheap.

The Sophist

2014-08-15 12:00 am

Not alphanumeric,
Nor any form patternic,
Method for the people,
Persons sans generic patterns.

The Sophist

2014-08-15 12:00 am

We walk, sleep, and love at same time.
Never touching same land,
Maybe we have seen same clouds or birds.
It's super deep; seabed at high tide.
Such height to withstand;
Able to perceive high twos as thirds.
Gifts like Hebe; she gives a young mind.
Youth-centered slow man,
Thus in dreams; youth in ancient worlds.
I derive order from a simply beautiful life.
Beautifully skilled stoneman,
Carving life for himself in beautiful strides,
My woman is a strong plan sublimed,
Though I'm sure a leap could suffice,
With her I see that without her I'm blind.

The Sophist

2014-08-12 12:00 am

Bulwark for a king's depression,
Surely there is not.
Within the vast divine impressions,
Introspective thought.

A cirque carved in a sick obsession,
Leaves a body fraught.
Torn apart from mind's aggression
Coldness forced astop.

The Sophist

2014-08-08 12:00 am

First I make suggestions,
Then I make demands.
With my hands I teach you lessons,
Beat you with affection,
Bleed in my perfection,
Military dance.

I've never felt so much,
Bliss in my life,
With my knife cut a grudge,
Head off with a touch,
Headlong in my hutch.
Present for my wife.

I call this self expression,
Pissing in my pants,
With my rant cause indigestion,
Racist in intention,
Hostile when I'm questioned,
A laugh I think is grand,
Apostates cut in sections.

The Sophist

2014-08-07 12:00 am

Don' be 'fraid just don' come back.
Don' plan attacks on modern days.
They don' like us 'cause we're free,
If "free" means happily enslaved.
Raped every day but with a smile,
Hostility like Abu Ghraib,
Graves stone but a worthless trial,
We might as well carve frowning faces,
Omit names and write words only in dirt.
There just write "fags".
"Junior pupil at a private school nailed by
 nerds."
Then just laugh at it.
Muslims aren't depraved,
Lennon even spoke at large of living in a bag.
It's freedom in a way,
Think about it,
Living without caste,
Judged only by your spoken word sans judgement
 'pon your face.
They sort of make a case,
I'll even take it off if you can find a private place,
It's just less of a disgrace.
To think my mid-pubescent beard could not  
 effect my fate.
Ignoring shit we hate,
We could probably find a pace that we can all 
 relate.
Chill music but still rocking in your face,
Fat bowl of potato dill salad I created.
Personally, I like war with lots of laughs;
It can be great.
Nothing personal, but I'll crack 'spic and
 nigger jokes all day.

The Sophist

2014-08-07 12:00 am

My balls feel so significent,
Perchance so too my dick,
Refrain from touching it?
Shit,
Don't make me fucking sick.

The Sophist

2014-08-07 12:00 am

Wave functions collapse,
Pitch blackens attack,
There's pressure in here,
Still, floating, relaxed.
Motion an act,
Motionless shadows expand.
World is but a Starship 3000,
Stand still with inertia intact.
All purpose for this study is incredibly wack yo.

The Sophist

2014-08-06 12:00 am

See World will fall when we all,
See a rope in a reptile,
Idealize walls in a jail cell,
Bear witness to false accusation of fraud,
See prophets as wrong,
See essences in every object apart,
Bear witness to art manifesting itself,
Square of a ball,
See ourselves as a witness,
Never abroad,
Forever in transit through cosmos with
 thoughts that material objects transcend even
 God.
"But what if I'm God?"
God transcends all, 
You're an ignorant clod,
Appendage at best,
Syllogistically flawed,
Essentially fraught,
Logistically faulty.
God can be everyone without everyone God,
Frogs are all animals (not all animals frogs).

The Sophist

2014-08-05 12:00 am

My Nicomachean ethics dictate every day,
Every day I sleep until I'm late,
I place blame on my friends and family,
Regarding problems I create,
Leading all our lives astray,
I pay friends to rape my fiance,
Go to church, kneel down, and pray.
I waste my life away,
Raise my kids like JonBenet,
Rotten melons in Easter hay,
So well my part I play,
Shadows fades, the suns awake.
Used socks left a-hang,
Stinking up the atrium of the Global Chalet.

The Sophist

2014-07-30 12:00 am

Once a me wan't blissing his kings.
One said, "You bring me down fool,
You'll be the next that I fling."
I know not the world, 
But knew he could toss,
He flung fools via sling.
I'm no albatross, 
I thus fear the sea;
Whose direction it faced. 
As a favor for me,
If only poor kings flung us fools to their dreams.
I dream of a land filled with kings being fool-led.
Currying favors for an all-curry feast with warm drinks
 and stale bread.
Instead I packed my bauble knife for that night I fled.
In stead understanding this king was a beast with no
 heart in his head.
Once I peaced though I pissed on his rings.

The Sophist

2014-07-30 12:00 am

Yawn,
A boring thought,
Moving on.

Blah,
The time we've fought,
Force mignon,
For nei' were strong.

Plod,
Reason/not,
Such are battles,
Which we ought,
Discard to dogs,
Trained to chew them.

Humdrum,
Through coral caught,
Stone filled satchels,
Path danger fraught,
Mind's a fog,
Not mad at you though,
I'm only mad duly.

Doldrums,
I wish it would stop,
I'm mad at myself,
For letting this rot,
I'm not just licking frogs,
My croak at the moon shows,
I only care truly,
If you care about you.

Pedestrian,
Living life at the top,
Panopticon cell,
And fuck is it hot,
But we sit writing songs,
I croak at the moon slow,
We make a pair fool-ly,
Sympathetic,
Two lives out of tune,
At different ends of the spectrum,
Beauty ensuing.

Apostates to our parents' dreams,
Too old for pride, 
But maybe peace.
We'll love in long strides,
A boring thought,
Despite defeat,
We still move on,
Lows bolstering highs,
Finding new regimes.

The Sophist

2014-07-24 12:00 am

If only I had money to make bets,
I'd bet some lunatics have somehow met,
To plan silent auctions for dead men,
If I won I would buy Casey Kasem's head.